Mornings are pink

[Dawali Amara]

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Word count: 502 The poke went down well, and soon the little girl was moving around on the blanket, seemingly trying to decide how she wanted to lie. That is, after she was done laughing and giggling at the immense entertainment Dawali seemed to serve. The tall male, who raved above her like a skyscraper, chuckled again. It seemed laughter came easily this morning, and it continued to do so as he watched the warmly colored ball move around with her small stubby legs, trying to find a good position. As she finally laid down on her tummy, legs sticking out anywhere, looking very much like some skinned animal blanket, Dawali felt his chuckle rise to a proper laugh - and his wasn't really the humble kind. Eventually the girl decided that drumming his stomach was more fun, and moved to the side so she could do so - it didn't quench his laughter, although it subdued a little in volume. Hell, his laugh could probably wake the others if he wasn't careful. Suddenly, amongst the male's laugh and the drumming of his stomach, the little girl squealed a word, resembling his name. Dawali's laugh was given even more to live on, and again it rose to a temporary roar, heartfelt. She rose up, hind legs carrying her weight as she wrapped her front legs around his chest as if giving him a hug. The poor man couldn't do much, and his hands simply rested on his knees as he tried to subdue his laugh. It wasn't exactly because any of this was funny, but the poor thing was simply too charming for him to know what to do otherwise. Such a loving little creature, she was, now licking the white furs on his chest with the pinkest of tongues, matching the color of her Toefur. Slowly his laugh was calmed down and control regained, and she looked up to him and squealed the same sound that resembled his name. This time it sounded more like the real thing, and the male was glad to see her remembering him. He'd stopped by a few times with food and the like for Tay and the kids, but mostly he spoke to their mother, and not the children. One hand was moved from his knee and put gently on her head, and then moved a little all over the place, ruffling the fluffy furs between her ears. Yes, that's right, Dawali said, still chuckling. I'm Dawali! He expressed the name clearly, certain she would get it better each time she heard the name properly pronounced. That same hand moved again and changed shape, and one finger poked the nose of the girl as Dawali gave guessing her name a shot. You're sister of Claudius and Attila, aren't ya? I'm guessing your name is... Noir! Oceane's colors had been different, and also somehow Dawali seemed to remember the way this one squealed things out as she spoke. A certain Noir had done that occasionally when he'd been here.

Awesome sexy table and avatar by Kat!

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